Thanksgiving Feast

So we decorated the table. We made name tags for fun. We glued leaves to circle pizza cardboards so that the plates sitting on the cardboard mats looked like they were surrounded by fall fun. We cooked for two or three days. A bird was killed in our name. And in the end we sat down for half an hour gorging ourselves on food, got up, cleaned dishes, and sat down to watch some football, a couple hours later headed to the kitchen for some good ol' fashioned grazing. For the rest of the weekend we ate pie and turkey, dressing, yams galore. And we are all a little fatter to boot, but for what? Later after the meal, we were talking about something to do with being thankful. I said I am thankful for everything. And Bret glanced sarcastically at me with a look suggesting that there are some things that we should not be thankful for. But can we be thankful for the things in our lives we don't like? Don't they produce SOMETHING for us too? Isn't it possible that the things that happened to us growing up that we say we wish didn't happen, helped frame who we are now? Is it possible that just because we don't like the path right now or it isn't comfortable as we would like, doesn't mean that it isn't necessary for a reason we don't see? And maybe, just maybe, we will find out later that it is something to be thankful for? Maybe? Maybe I could do with being thankful for having eaten less food though...